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Control Theory by glossolalias, literature
Literature
Control Theory
I'm drawn to broken extroverts
who wear their brash affectations like silver medals—
with dark prideful eyes and an open yearning for
another chance at the gold,
upset slung heavy around their bruising throats,
willing to change at the slightest suggestion
of another impending failure.
terminal by glossolalias, literature
Literature
terminal
i.
we landed in oklahoma
and drank cheap martinis in the terminal;
you carried my guitar and fell in love
with my voice but not my tongue,
not my hands.
ii.
there's a man with a garage
that looks like a plane because nothing
meant more to him. will you make a model
of that bar? will you make a model
of my red cheeks? or will you live in a townhome
with her and three children?
iii.
the problem was you're not gay.
the problem was there was feeling
but it wasn't for us. i had you but
it wasn't for us.
iv.
i'm not sure if i resent you,
but i remember that bar and every pockmark
on the stool you sat on while i played
the song that parted yo
stars by learningtobefree, literature
Literature
stars
i pray that someday soon, in a lonesome winter, your bones will cease to ache.
regrets will no longer break your morals like glass figurines,
you will not ask God to pardon your sins.
you will forgive yourself.
i hope, for your sake, that your butterfly-flutter eyes
will only be dampened with tears worthy of shedding.
your glory will shine out of those 2 crystal windows
and you will finally know what freedom feels like.
one day, in the midst of a dreary december, i wish for your wings to open wide
and carry you to heights far past any you have ever experienced.
your lungs will become blooming forests
with snippets of poetry carved into
Ciertos by archelyxs, literature
Literature
Ciertos
In the wake of multiple futures we break apart.
You find the point where the sun rises
solamente al cielo and I go to the river
where wind falls into my watery eyes
and cascades over the back of my neck
and here I know how life throbs
caught in flesh, I know the hearts
of lonely people sin alas tenues
serpentine and thrashing.
You had given me a full look, a look with all
the cycles in it, a look that made
Hudsons of my jawlines, por supuesto
we were serendipitous, and
I couldn't keep my hands off you
and sure, it was temporary para siempre
but we will return to classic rock
and Atlantic conversations,
I will return to kis
